Sam’s fingers fumble a little with Jessica’s blouse - he’s nervous; shaking. “Uh, sorry,” he mutters, blushing. “Never done this before.”

Jessica’s breathless and excited, laying her hands over his - guiding him. “I have,” she admits. “Once. Look, don’t be so nervous. It’s not as scary as it seems.” She stops his hands completely for a moment, glides her own down his lanky body. “Just breathe, Sam,” she laughs.

But Sam barely can because her hands are now dangerously close to his crotch, and honestly? - he’s a little bit afraid that he might blow his load before they even do anything. “Okay,” he mumbles, ducking his head shyly.

Jessica gives him a sure smile. “Don’t worry, Sam. I’ll take care of you.”